Chapter 30: The Sword Named Xiuliu (Second Update)

  The sudden change left everyone in the scene unable to react. Ye Chen didn't give the young man any time to react either. With a loud whoosh, she shot out from behind him, her fists clenched tightly, carrying a fierce gust of wind, and heavily smashed towards the young man's back.

  The young man grunted again, and a clear fist print appeared. Ye Chen coldly smiled and kicked out once more.

  The pain on his face caused the young man to frown, and the true energy of the initial seven layers of martial arts suddenly surged out of his body. At the same time, he slapped both hands on the ground, and his body suddenly shot up, avoiding Ye Chen's kick. He slid sideways and jumped back several meters, his face instantly turning gloomy. In a cold tone, he said, "You little bastard, you're looking for death!"

  A faintly reddened fist, Ye Chen slightly shrugged his shoulders and immediately said in a cold voice: "Then let's see who finds death first!"

  Ye Chen's toes lightly touched the void, and a faint breeze appeared under his feet. With the help of this gentle wind, Ye Chen's figure floated away like a light swan towards the young man.

  "It's you who's looking for death, don't blame me!" The young man said in a gloomy tone, with a fierce thought flashing through his mind. However, before the thought could even settle, Ye Chen's fist, filled with internal energy, struck the young man's chest again, and several consecutive punches followed. Throughout this, Ye Chen never used more than the sixth layer of the Initial Stage of True Energy, yet the force was still terrifying.

  The young man seemed to be forcibly pushed away, his body motionless, his feet scraping out two inch-deep footprints on the ground as he was pushed out several meters.

  His feet firmly planted, the young man felt a wave of internal shock, his entire body's muscles and bones feeling as if they were about to collapse in agony. Suddenly, another black shadow burst forth again, everything before his eyes turned dark, his blood and energy churning ceaselessly, his figure swaying unsteadily before falling over. The whole scene stared at the black-robed youth standing beside the young man, speechless for a long time.

  "Ye Chen, you actually dare to lay a hand on him!" The delicate face of the willow eyebrow was filled with an incredulous expression, and then immediately sank, coldly shouting.

  Ye Chen, the crowd that had been watching with bated breath immediately let out a collective gasp. Although Ye Chen hadn't left the Ye Manor in three years, his reputation as a good-for-nothing had already spread throughout Luoxia City. It was hard to imagine connecting the black-robed youth before them with that good-for-nothing. The ruthlessness of Ye Chen's earlier move had left a deep impression on everyone's minds.

  He slowly turned around, Ye Chen shrugged indifferently and walked towards the old man. As he brushed past Liu Mei's shoulder, Ye Chen's figure paused for a moment before his mouth curled up slightly: "Why are you worried about your lover? Remember, you're my fiancée, if you should be worried about anyone, it should be me, not him!"

  Her eyes sparkled, her eyebrows and eyes slightly raised, gazing at the faint smile at the corner of Ye Chen's mouth, her own lips twitching involuntarily.

  His gaze slowly moved away from the pale face with a faintly discernible eyebrow, and Ye Chen's right hand slowly rose, pointing at the young man who was lying on the ground like a dead dog. He nodded his head and said: "There will be next time, find a good man, don't even take a punch from this waste like me, let alone your eyesight is just that!"

  Her face turned pale, her eyebrows coldly hummed a sound, and she said in a low voice: "Mind your own business!"

  He slightly shrugged his shoulders, Ye Chen's face was calm as he bowed to the old man who had remained silent and said: "Senior, I'm not here for the sword equipment of the Sword Equipment Pavilion because I'm here to sell sword equipment. I suppose the Sword Equipment Pavilion buys sword equipment?"

  The old man in front of him is absolutely a strong martial artist, with the traditional virtue of respecting the elderly and loving the young, Ye Chen showed extreme humility, and was completely different from the one just now.

  The people around were staring at Ye Chen's natural face in shock and couldn't help but feel that his face could change so quickly.

  "Little kid, how did you become so polite!" Huo Qilin showed another wave of disdain. He had a deep understanding of Ye Chen's shamelessness.

  The corners of his mouth slightly raised, if Ye Chen didn't usually speak politely to this old man, but now that the matter of selling the sword was not yet over, if this old man didn't accept the sword, wouldn't he have come in vain? A humble attitude could naturally evoke a good impression. The old man's mouth corners showed a hint of a smile as he said lightly: "What sword?"

  "What a good sword! Ye Chen, if you want to sell some scrap metal, you can go to other sword pavilions. My Liu family's sword pavilion never collects garbage!" Liu Mei said with a playful tone, still with a hint of disgust in her eyes, thinking that Ye Chen had knocked the young man unconscious by sneak attack.

  Too lazy to tidy up her eyebrows, Ye Chen's mouth slightly curled up as she continued:

  "Senior, is this how Sword Pavilion treats its guests?"

  "Ye Chen, you actually dare to ignore me!" The willow eyebrow suddenly frowned and the whip in her hand shot out like a long rainbow towards Ye Chen, accompanied by a burst of breaking wind.

  Her face turned cold, and the repeated unreasonable disturbances from Liu Mei's brow had already made Ye Chen feel annoyed. The right hand hidden in his sleeve suddenly shot out quickly towards the back, with a weak true energy flowing through his fingertips. Liu Mei only felt a surge of great power coming from the long whip before it flew out of her hand.

  With a flick of his wrist, Ye Chen casually flung the long whip backwards. The whip seemed to be pulled by an immense force, transforming into a streak of light that shot straight at Liu Mei.

  Her beautiful eyes were filled with terror, her eyebrows raised in shock as she stared at the long whip that was rapidly enlarging in her pupils. She wanted to dodge, but the whip moved too quickly. Cold sweat dripped down her cheek, and the whip landed precisely on that drop of cold sweat, sweeping horizontally across her neck. The chilling sensation left her with a lingering fear.

  A crisp crashing sound came from the crystal cabinet in the back.

  The whole field was filled with another wave of gasps.

  Immediately, everyone cast their shocking gaze at the calm-faced black-robed youth behind the counter.

  It's unbelievable that Ye Chen actually made a move on Liu Mei. If he wasn't careful, Liu Mei would have been destroyed. A girl's appearance is extremely important to her, but some people were shocked by Ye Chen's ability to control his strength, and he was able to control it to an incredible extent.

  Turning slowly, a glance at the pale face with the willow eyebrows, Ye Chen's mouth slightly hooked, lightly said: "Not everyone has the obligation to bear your temper, remember, sometimes being temperamental can lead to lifelong regret, and I hate it when others make moves behind my back!"

  At this moment, Ye Chen's eyes were cold and terrifying. If he hadn't caught that long whip just now, he would probably be lying on the ground like a dead dog.

  Ye Chen's icy gaze swept across Liu Mei's face like a sharp sword, making her already pale complexion even paler.

  "This young friend, the Sword Pavilion naturally collects swords, I don't know where your sword is!" The old man's figure appeared like a ghost between Ye Chen and Liu Mei, blocking Ye Chen's icy gaze. This move undoubtedly resolved the awkwardness on the scene, and Ye Chen also knew his place, saying lightly: "Senior, please take a look, I don't know what quality this sword is, you have appraised countless swords, how is my sword?"

  The eyes around fell on the sword on Ye Chen's back, all revealing a hint of ridicule. This kid is actually so arrogant to ask the great master of the Sword Pavilion to appraise his sword!

  To know that the swordsmen of Jianqi Pavilion are all top-notch swords, they have been pursued by many martial artists.

  Her slender eyebrows and eyes slightly raised, her complexion also gradually returned to normal, and a hint of playful smile appeared on her face. She didn't believe that the Ye Chen in front of her would take out top-grade sword equipment.

  Ignoring the mocking gazes around him, Ye Chen grasped the sword behind his back with a reverse grip. With a soft "whoosh", a sharp and fierce sword aura spread out in all directions!

  A very rustic large sword, three or four feet long, jet black, and compared to those gorgeous swords, it was like heaven and earth. The scene fell silent for a moment, then burst out laughing, staring at the sword in Ye Chen's hand in disbelief.

  Liu Mei also burst out laughing, abandoning her elegant lady image and laughing loudly.

  Ignoring the surrounding laughter, Ye Chen gazed at the old man with a profound gaze and said calmly: "Senior, I don't know how to wield this sword!"

  The old man slowly stroked his sparse beard and said in a low voice: "What is the name of this sword?"

  "Restrain yourself!" The calm voice fell into the ears of Liu Mei, who was sneering, like a thunderclap from the nine heavens, and her expression changed suddenly, her face turning gloomy!